Psychological Warfare in the Anti-Nap Movement

I spend about 25 out of every 24 hours trying to figure out how to get Samantha to eat.  Ideally to eat real table food herself, but some days, I'm happy just to get the calories in however they come.

So imagine my dilemma yesterday when, having exhausted all possible options for postponing nap any further, Samantha put her new found language skills to use en route to her crib.

"Pease," she said. 

"Say it again, honey?" I said.

"Pease."  Oh, she means "please".  How great is that?

"Please what, honey?"

"Pease... (adding ASL signs and an urgent, pleading look for emphasis) Eat."  Honestly, the girl could have won an Oscar.  Or is it an Emmy?  I'm not into that stuff.  Anyway, you'd have thought she was straight out of a Dickens novel.  

First-ever sudden onset of appetite, or stalling tactic?  You make the call.